Clem Dax

Every group of fellas has a runt. For some reason, it was always me. I always had to drive, or pick up the leftovers, or clean up the mess. Every group of fellas has a King o’ the Mountain,too. I lived in fear of a bad word or look from Jimbo. Until that day I saw him playing the runt to those guys at the garage, trying to weasel his way to a job. I s’pose we’re all someone’s runt, and someone else’s King.